In the porridge shop under the Hongluo Temple outside the city, a well-dressed young man walked over and stretched out his hand to the monk who was making porridge.

The little monk looked at the young man's clothes and the simple but precious long sword on his waist, and couldn't help laughing, the young man blushed and asked with some annoyance, "What are you laughing at, little master." ”

The little monk hurriedly saluted with both hands and palms and said: "Don't blame the donor, the little monk is rude, but this is a place to give porridge, it is porridge for the poor to drink, the donor is dressed so luxuriously, how can he come here to drink porridge." ”

Long Qingquan scratched his head, his heart was very annoyed, he only cared about his face and handsome back, and gave the silver and money tickets on his body to the grandparents and grandchildren who were singing, and there were a few scattered pieces of silver left on his body, and after paying off the house money and eating a meal, he was already exhausted, so he had to come to Hongluo Temple first and wait for Lu Yunzhi,

Tomorrow is the time for them to compete, but now the stomach is hungry and dizzy, dizzy, and so on tomorrow is now to fight without a fight, the road happened to pass by a woods, hit a few hares, after the fight only remembered that they would not be cooked, although they are free from the mountains and rivers on weekdays, but with their own speed, they can get to the next town without waiting for hunger under the wild run, so this field emergency ability is really not, and Long Qingquan can't do it when he robs the house and steals chickens and dogs, how should this be good,

Long Qingquan was very distressed for a while, so he had to continue to go to Hongluo Temple, and smelled the smell of porridge and steamed buns from a distance, and ran to the porridge shop looking for the taste, and stretched out his hand to beg for porridge to drink according to the gourd painting scoop and learned from the poor man, but he didn't expect to be asked by the little monk, Long Qingquan suddenly made a big red face, and glanced around to see those poor people looking at him with blank eyes, and his face was even redder.

Long Qingquan coughed lightly and said, "I" was speechless for a while, and when he turned his head and thought about it, he made up a lie: "I'm going down to inspect it to see if the porridge is thick enough and the steamed bread is thick enough." ”

The little monk nodded and said: "It turns out that you are a member of the Lu family, you still don't believe it, where can we deceive people when our Hongluo Temple is an ancient temple, the monks don't speak, and they won't do such things as deducting food and cutting corners, you are the person sent by the master of the Lu family, you don't know that Mrs. is also here today, so give me your bowl quickly, I will give you a bowl for you to taste, see if what I said is right." ”

The little monk loves to talk, and for a while he helped Long Qingquan deduce an identity, Long Qingquan also became a monk when he heard it in vain, and the second monk was puzzled, why did he lie that he came down to inspect, the little monk said that it was the Lu family, it seems that this is the porridge shop set up by the Hongluo Temple entrusted by the surname Lu, the Lu family, it is not Lu Yun's house, that can't be eaten, how can you eat the opponent's things, eat people with short mouths and soft hands, how to fight this battle at that time, just thinking about the little monk urged again: "Donor, donor, why don't you bring a bowl, I have one here, so if you don't dislike it, you can use it. ”

The little monk took a thick bowl from the table next to him, wiped it with a cloth, took a bowl of porridge, and then took another steamed bun, pouted his chin and gestured not far away and said: "Donor, go over there to eat, there are pickles there, which are pickled in our Hongluo Temple, and they are also available for free." ”

Long Qingquan was stunned, the little monk had been quickly served, and stuffed into Long Qingquan's hand, he looked down at the food in his hand, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion, whether this surname Lu is Lu or not, this person is really not bad, this kind of porridge shop for the poor Long Qingquan has seen, every time there is a natural disaster, the government will set up a porridge shop, according to the rules of the imperial court, the viscosity of the porridge is standard, insert a chopstick into the porridge to be able to stand, if it can't stand, it means that you have cut corners, according to the law,

Even so, but there are really not many officials who really do it, most of them are just clear soup and little water, as for the white flour steamed buns in their hands, don't even think about it, many kind-hearted big families will also open porridge shops at this time, but this is spontaneous, in addition to the very rich and noble giant businessmen, few people can open for a long time, the viscosity of the porridge is also uneven, catch up with the family There are Buddhist monks, maybe there are steamed buns, but they are miscellaneous grains and not white noodles, if the old people in the family do longevity porridge shops to have such white flour steamed buns,

But these porridges in front of me are not only very viscous, but also all the new rice that should be used in them, and I feel fragrant when I smell them, and the steamed buns are all white.

Long Qingquan looked at the people who were drinking porridge and queuing, most of them were old and young women and children, only a few men with yellow faces and thin muscles, the old and young women and children were different from those men, their faces were red and fluttering, and they were also very familiar with the few little monks who gave porridge, and it seemed that they often came to eat, this is by no means pretending to be like this, but it has been like this for a long time, and it is really a good person.

Long Qingquan asked: "Do you give porridge like this every day, what if there are lazy people who eat and drink together, and what if there are people who can't eat enough." ”

The little monk just now was happy: "Of course we give porridge every day, rain or shine, as for the last two questions, this is the cleverness of Master Lu, don't you see so many of us, just to give everyone a porridge that you don't listen to, you can eat enough to eat, it's different from other people's porridge, just let people live, we are a good place to live, but so many of us still have individual jobs, which is to keep an eye on the men who come to eat, and introduce them to work, and the people who come to eat are hungry anymore, Forty days can also recover most of the vitality, so here the old and young women and children to the end, men can only manage forty days, forty days after the still lazy people to eat and drink, then stick to beat away, never give them food, although I Buddha for compassion, but the little monk thinks that what Master Lu said is also right, that kind of lazy man is not a pity to die, men should rely on their ability to eat, to him to introduce work, they do not support their families, come here to eat and drink, do not have to give them a good look. ”

Long Qingquan was stunned when he heard this, and sighed in his heart: This Master Lu is really a good person, this is the great goodness, not only saving people between life and death, but also saving the hearts of those who are like walking corpses.

Long Qingquan was thinking about it, but he saw the little monk looking at him with a strange face, and he felt a panic in his heart for no reason, could it be that the lie just now was exposed, and sure enough, the little monk asked: "Is the donor a member of the Lu family, could it be that you are a down-and-out son, but I don't see it." ”